[Sir, I've got a Gideon painting back at my place, and I've heard you're quite the art aficionado. I'll bring it over myself one of these days.]
[Sir, my thoughts are different from the rest. You're the perfect fit for the role of our Demon's Isle's chief. You've got skills that are out of this world, a sharp mind, and an eye for the future. Having you as our chief is our luck.]
"Sir, we're not here to pressure you into marriage, honestly. It's just that seeing you all alone, we worry about you. Don't you ever crave the warmth of a family, a loving wife, and kids at home?]
[Sir, I was too rude today. I'll send over some of my family's treasured vintage as a gesture of goodwill.]
The fact that the five of them were messaging Oliver was a secret; no one else knew. Yeah, they were still good friends.
...
Oliver glanced at his phone, inundated with messages, and chose to ignore them all.
Looking up, he continued his conversation with Hayden, "Hayden, since you can grow Lucifer's Breath on your island too, let's proceed with the plan we discussed earlier, okay?"
"Sure thing, Hellfire. You're sure bold and meticulous. I never imagined we could cultivate such a rare herb on our island," Hayden said, clearly excited.
This herb was unique. Some plants bore seeds, others did not. The seedlings Oliver provided were all seedless, so there was no concern about anyone hijacking the business.
Josefina, overhearing the conversation, was impressed. The island chief was making big moves, and she respected that.
Hayden introduced his daughter, "This is Rosaline, my daughter. She'll be taking care of the island's affairs. You two haven't met before. Why not exchange contact info, and get to know each other?"
"No," Oliver cut in.
"No," Josefina echoed.



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